The Twin Sons the Ruler
You want to marry me

"How long, dear?" Ardan asked as he opened the car door for his wife.

"Hmm, I just met the mothers there, Mas. So, have a chat for a minute," Amanda said as she put a seatbelt on her body.

Ardan is just a mangut-mangut.

"What do you mean, socialite mothers

in there?" point Ardan at a group of women who are already with their respective children.

Amanda made no sound, she simply nodded her head, in response to Ardan's curiosity.

"Did they insult you again?" search Ardan with sharp-linked eyebrows.

"No! they just invited me to join their arrivals and gatherings." explained Amanda, relaxed.

Ardan turned his head and stared intently at Amanda, suspecting that Amanda was willing to join.

"Quiet, Mas. I refused their request." Amanda quickly noticed the change in the look on her husband's face.

"It should be so. There is no need to have many friends, there is no point if it does not bring a positive influence. Having a friend is a little better, which is important quality. You must understand that a good friend will have a good influence. Good friends will also always invite to do good, not plunge into bad and give a negative influence" said Ardan at length.

A smile rose on Amanda's lips in response to her husband's words.

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"Hmm, your report is actually good, but it seems less than perfect." Say Bagas, from with eyes that focus towards the sheet of paper in front of him.

"If you may know where the lack is, sir?" asked Clara on the sidelines of her frustration about Bagas' arbitrary attitude towards her.

"You sit there first, let me circle which part you need to fix." Bagas pointed towards the sofa.

Clara sighed long enough, then twisted her body and stepped towards the sofa meant by Bagas.

"Clarah! here you!" call Bagas, after almost 15 minutes he dwells on the sheets.

Clara stood up from where she was sitting and walked closer towards Bagas.

"Nih, the file you fixed again in the part I scribbled. Add a little of his words. Let it look more aesthetic when read." Bagas gave the map containing the sheets which he corrected to Clara's hands.

Before Clara stepped up, the woman first opened the map and looked at the contents. How surprised he saw so many scribbles given by Bagas. This made his anger immediately rise. Long time working at Bagaskara Company, his work never got complications from his superiors, so he could be elected secretary Ardan replace Amanda. But, only 3 weeks working in Bagas company, almost every day, his work is always complained, the boss he considers acute physico.

"Sir Bagas! have you been pranking me all this time? I'm sick of it, sir being treated like this. Almost every day I have to overtime, because there is a lot to fix. Whatever I do is always wrong in my eyes. What do you want, Mr Bagas?!" cry Clara who could no longer hold back her anger.

Anger Clara, able to make a silent Bagas and gawking with his mouth open. He did not expect Clara to be that angry.

"Hey, how dare you yell right into my face? you want me to fire?" the threat that is always posed by Bagas, when he sees Clara who wants to argue.

"No need to wait for you to fire me, I'll resign. So, mending, I'm looking for another secretary! I'm hot, Bye !" Clara threw the map in her hand onto the Bagas table, and turned her body about to step away. However, Bagas' large hand managed to hold Clara by pulling the woman's hand. As a result, the unprepared Clara was unable to support her body and actually fell right on Bagas' chest.

The two men, cross-eyed with perfectly enlarged eyes.

Brak ...

The door suddenly opened, and instantly awakened the two overlapping people.

The two of them suddenly looked at the door, where there was a middle-aged woman standing with enlarged eyes and hands that closed her mouth, in shock.

"Mama!" Bagas suddenly pushed Clara's body from above her, making the girl stagger back, and almost fall.

"Oh, Sorry. Mom entered at the wrong time. You guys just continue! Mama go first yeah, bye!" the woman that was called mama by Bagas, turned around with a perfectly fluffy smile.

However, the middle-aged woman, did not want to stop. Even walking downhill, while raising his left hand upwards, waving.

Bagas rubbed his face violently, then scratched his head that did not itch at all. Given the furore that will happen next, the result of the actions of his mother.

As expected Bagas, in the lobby happily without any burden, the woman who was his mother Bagas it, every meeting employees who greeted him, he always said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry! want to make a room for my future grandchildren. You see my grandson again in the making." said the woman happily, making the employees' eyebrows, crispy confused

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Bagas sat in his great chair with his elbows attached to the table, and hands on his head. His face looks very frustrated.

Now he was very dizzy thinking about how to explain to his mother later, if all he saw was misunderstanding.

Bagas could not imagine the look of the disappointed face of the mother later. Bagas not not not not knowing, if his mother often looks sad to remember her who never married again.

Clara who felt she had nothing important anymore, twisted her body about to step out of the Bagas room. His determination has been unanimous to remain resigned from the Bagas company.

"Where are you going?" the voice of Bagas's call, which was shrill, dampened Clara's steps. Then he turned around and stared intensely at Bagas.

Deep down, there was a sense of sympathy that appeared looking at the frustrated face in front of him.

"I'm going out, sir. There's no more Jan to do here?" sahut Clara with a little tart.

"You don't go first! can you sit down for a minute? there's something serious I want to tell you."

Clara was eager to refuse, but somehow her mouth felt a bit stifling, to say a word of rejection. His feet swung towards the sofa and landed his body there. As for Bagas, standing up from his chair and nursing Clara, to sit on the sofa.

"Clara, this time I'm asking you not to resign from this office. For my treatment all this time, I'm sorry. All this time I thirsted for entertainment, somehow seeing you angry, became a separate entertainment for me," said Bagas honestly.

"So, right my guess, if all this time, you deliberately did all that? You are too late!" clara's face flushed red with her anger coming back up.

"For that I'm sorry. This time I want to ask you something, won't you marry me?"

Bagas said, making Clara's netra fester with her mouth slightly open.

"Sorry Bagas, I can't! you know for yourself that we are not in a relationship and there is no love between us. So it is with a heavy heart that I refuse." Strict Clara, steady.

"Clara, I know we have nothing to do. But it's for my mama! he must have put full hope in what was seen earlier.And I can't see his disappointed face, if he knows the truth."

Clara was visibly touched by Bagas, who looked very sincere. He also imagined the face of his mother who was disappointed, because at the age of 29 years was not yet married. Not because no one wants to, but Clara is waiting for the promise of a man in her childhood, who promises to marry her when she grows up.

"How, Clara? I'm really serious. I promise I will not divorce you until you ask for it yourself, if one day you are really unhappy with me." said Bagas, sincere.

Clara was stunned, silent as if thinking of something. Clara was seen closing her eyes at a glance, then exhaling her breath with a single bang.

"All right! i agreed. And I'm not going to ask for a divorce either, because for me marriage is not a toy" Clara said.

"Thank you, Clara!" said Bagas, relieved.

Clara did not answer, she just nodded her head in response, with a face that was difficult to read.

"I'm sorry, Brother Tyo. I can no longer wait for you. I'm not even sure, whether you remember your promise now or not" said Clara with her own face.

"I'm sorry, Ara! Maybe we're not fools. Maybe just get here on my search. I'm also not sure if you remember our promise or not" Bagas whispered to himself.

Tbc

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